Man, I've been sipping on a lot of bags Man, I feel so great, but unfortunately I can no longer run like Professor X But it doesn't matter, because I'm down as soon as the action kicks in And I turn the head of women like the exorcist Hard to believe how bad you are Women take rice out as soon as you text Kix Because I can't get them out of my mind anymore Hey man, believe me, in my house it looks like in the sexy clips See me in Jordans or Air Force Ones Which cities represent me very badly Because no matter where I live, no local patriot But flow so sick as if I were dying sick Yes, there are probably the nerves blank After your songs, no one raises a hand like after Ernst & Young Because I'm as far away for you as a distant country Because if I'm there, then you're sitting on the reserve bench What do you want to tell me? I've been through too much Man, tell me what you want, because I'll give you a *** What do you want to tell me? I've been through too much Man, I'll give you a *** The CSM is like me on a short one beat We deliver hits like Rocky and Apollo Creed Look at the voice and the beat and you'll fall in love right away And your tracks are just child's play like Dawson's Creek Rappers are looking for a double rhyme Meanwhile, my songs are already running on *** Amazon and Apple this title and on Napster, bro My songs are running up and down like in a sports club Yeah, I.O. 2020, M. Sumi raps his lines on a drum kit Nothing else, hey, because that's all I need Just the voice on the beat and you'll fall into a rush I don't care what you say, because you only lead a normal, boring life And I can't even risk it, if you start talking about your adapted plans, matey